Quotes About Singing

I'm not a singer. I've sung in character, but it's just not my thing.

I've sung before, first in a band in high school and then in a band in Norway, but never in a musical.

I did perform in punk bands, but it was more about shouting and snarling than about any beautiful music. I enjoyed singing in 'The Golden Circle' - I've never sung in a movie before.

I knew my focus was going to be somewhere in the arts. I've always painted. I've always sung. I didn't know when or how it was going to happen - or what it was going to be.

From Amitabh Bachchan to Ranveer Singh, I have sung for different generations of actors.

I started off as a mimicry artist, have sung 'Gaana' folk music and popularized pop music in the South before I got into acting.

For me, it was pretty hard to go into the studio and sing English for the first time, because I always sung in German, and we've been making music for seven years and it's always been in German.

I've never done a musical before. I've sung, off and on, all of my life. But I have never, ever done a musical.

As a child actor, I had sung a song in the Bengali film 'Bhagyadebata' but it wasn't kept in the final edit.

We've always sung. As I have become a grandmother and become older, of course you have less voice and you notice this in the bath.

No-one has ever sung quite so beautifully as Karen Carpenter.

I just had loads of thoughts in my head, and I didn't like talking about them, so I kind of just sung about them.

Broadway's a lot of work, don't get me wrong. It's eight shows a week. You hardly ever see the sunset. I remember when I left, I was like, 'Oh! The sun's setting! I haven't seen that in a year!' Singing eight shows a week is hard.

If I get back into theater, I think I'd want to do a play. I enjoy singing, but it beats me up a bit. I get super paranoid and self-conscious about my voice.

Some people think my singing is superb. But they're mainly on strong medication and not allowed out much.

I want people to know me for my singing. I've never been searching for a label of being a fashion plate or a top model. That's a thing that's very short-lived, and it's dealing with a superficial level of this which doesn't really appeal to me.

Was it that she understood that we resented having others think that we were all entertainers and natural singers? But now after the mutual laughter something disturbed me: Shouldn't there be some way for us to be asked to sing? Shouldn't the short man have the right to make a mistake without his motives being considered consciously or unconsciously malicious? After all, he was singing, or trying to. What if I asked him to sing?

A song is no song unless the circumstance is free and fine. If the singer sings from a sense of duty or from seeing no way of escape, I had rather have none.

Pass this love on, he'd say. It knows how to bend and will never break. It's the only thing with a give and take, The more it's used the more it makes. That love is the bridge that will cross the river home. He'd be standing in the dark with no one listening. How time blows steadily through the city, the trees. Sing to this earth, sing, he sang.

Singing and giving thanks may not seem like the thing to do in times of trouble, but believe me, it is exactly what we need to do.

And then, from the other room, we could hear Fudge singing himself to sleep. "M-a-i-n-e spells Maine. F-u-d-g-e spells Fudgie. P-e-t-e-r spells Pee-tah. B-e-e-r spells whiskey.

In Judaism, it is taught that there are three stages of grief to be endured. First there is weeping, for we all must weep for what we have lost. Second comes silence, for in the silence we understand solace, beauty, and comfort from something greater than ourselves. Third comes singing, for in singing we pour out our hearts and regain our voice.

There is delight in singing, though none hear beside the singer.

Presently a choir of small voices chanted forth an old Christmas carol, the burden of which was— Rejoice, our Saviour he was born On Christmas Day in the morning. I rose softly, slipt on my clothes, opened the door suddenly, and beheld one of the most beautiful little fairy groups that a painter could imagine. It consisted of a boy and two girls, the eldest not more than six, and lovely as seraphs. They were going the rounds of the house and singing at every chamber door